Punch to!

The Lin family master suddenly fell backwards and retreated two steps, and with a random wave of his hand, a broadsword flew out of the Drunken Immortal Tower and fell into his hand.

It all came too fast.

The head of the Lin family held a knife posture in his right hand, and slashed down vertically against Fan Yi.

The spiritual power on the broadsword is churning.

It was as if the broadsword could not suppress all the power, and it was about to overflow.

Fan Yi looked at the blade coldly, but he didn't retreat a bit, and handed it out with a punch.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

One punch out and another punch.

The broadsword also changed the trend of the blade, and the fist intent above Fan Yi's fist frequently collided together.

The air waves are surging and shaking!

This scene made those warriors and monks feel frightened.

The head of the Lin family saw that the young man in front of him was getting braver and braver.

Angry:

"What about the Great Martial Dao Grandmaster! I don't believe it, the old man's cultivation in the Five Realms can't deal with you as a hairy boy! ”

said.

The Lin family master mobilized more spiritual power above the golden pill in his body, and constantly blessed it on the broadsword.

The head of the Lin family rose into the air, and slashed down with a knife!

However, without waiting for Fan Yi to punch again.

A familiar figure had already appeared in front of him, and it was Fan Zhefu!

Fan Zhefu couldn't help but say, and caught the blade of the broadsword with his arm sideways.

Stab!

The broadsword landed on Fan Zhefu's arm, making a piercing sound like metal delivery!

Fan Zhefu and the head of the Lin family fell out at the same time, but there was no wound on Fan Zhefu's arm.

Fan Yi immediately understood, it was because of the armor of the one-horned black scale python that protected his father's arm.

The head of the Lin family looked at the Fan family father and son in amazement.

He also heard the sound of fierce fighting, which erupted from the sixth floor of the Drunken Immortal Tower.

Now.

Fan Zheshan and the Li family, father and son, followed the Guan family, the Ding family and Lin Xian in a fierce fight.

The Lin family master's expression was shocked, and he said angrily:

"Fan Zhefu! How were you able to break through the seal of the Seven Realms Monks? ”

Fan Zhefu was too lazy to talk nonsense with the head of the Lin family.

Said:

"Yi'er, leave this traitor to me to deal with!"

said.

Fan Zhefu took a step forward and went straight to the head of the Lin family.

At this time, Xiao Shengdou had also returned.

Fan Yi turned his head to look at the alley, and then rushed over again.

He no longer retains his strength, and uses the fist intent of the great martial arts master to kill one person with one punch.

It's just a moment's work.

After Fan Yi joined, more than half of the original team of more than 100 people had been killed.

This scene, in the eyes of others, is as bloody and cruel as the Shura Dojo has descended on the world.

Above the sky, the old monk's Buddha-headed strange eyes have become much dimmer.

And the black giant sword of Fu Lao faintly had a few cracks.

It's just that the two of you come and go, and they fight inextricably.

The old monk glanced down at the ground, and when he saw the murderer, he was inexplicably surprised.

Distraction shouted:

"This kid's martial arts cultivation has improved again, if you can't kill him this time, I'm afraid it will definitely become a disaster in the future!"

Fu Lao said angrily:

"You dare to be distracted when you play against the old man, it seems that your heart is nothing more than that, go!"

With a finger, the black giant sword fell towards the Buddha's head at great speed!

Thundered!

After a loud bang, the Buddha's head was completely shattered, and Fu Lao's elephant power giant sword was also broken into two.

The old man shouted in a deep voice:

"The evil monk is dead!"

The old monk hurriedly retreated, and shouted loudly:

"Ningbeimen, if you don't make a move at this time, when will you stay?"

"The old man can just leave, your Yuncheng Ning family can please him!"

The sound of the conversation is all over the world.

When Fan Yi heard this, his heart sank, and he said secretly:

"Sure enough!"

Fan Yi attacked and killed one person again, and said to Xiao Shengdou:

"Master Dou, I'm tired!"

At this time, Xiaosheng Douwei laughed, which was to bless his spiritual power.

Fan Yi's whole person instantly rose into the air and flew straight to the location where Fu Lao was.

But before he got closer, another voice sounded:

"Fan Yixiu wants to be rampant."

At this time, a ball of spiritual power smashed towards Fan Yi from above the sky.

Seeing this, Fu Lao hurriedly flashed over, but he was still a step too slow.

That mass of spiritual power was impartial, and it smashed right on Fan Yi's fist.

In an instant, Fan Yi's entire body fell straight to the ground.

A middle-aged man in a plain robe, holding a white silk roll fan, is striding in the sky.

This person is none other than the Monarch of Yuncheng Ning and the Lord of Yuncheng.

Fu Lao looked at Ningbei Gate coldly and asked:

"Ning Beimen, you crossed the line! Aren't you worried that Wu Zong will blame you and destroy your Ning family when the time comes? ”

Ning Beimen laughed and said:

"Wu Zong? I forgot to tell the old man that the current Cloud City does not belong to the Martial Sect, but to the Purple Cloud Mountain. ”

"After tonight, Rongcheng will also belong to Ziyun Mountain."

Fu Lao said angrily:

"Don't think about it, as long as the old man doesn't die, Rongcheng will still be Rongcheng!"

Ning Beimen smiled and nodded, then looked at the old monk not far away, and said:

"Monk Pude, you and I will kill this person together, and all the treasures on the little beast's body will belong to you, how about it?"

The old monk glanced sideways at Fan Yi on the ground and replied:

"Yes!"

Saying that, the two of them shot together and walked towards the old man.

Fan Yi sneered, rose from the ground again, and shouted:

"Old dog of the Ning family, your opponent is me!"

Hearing this, Ning Beimen's figure stagnated slightly.

Then he waved his sleeves, and saw another ball of spiritual power burst out from his cuffs.

Fan Yi clenched his fists and greeted him with a punch with the fist intent of the great martial arts master.

Bang!

This time, Ning Beimen didn't see Fan Yi being repulsed, so he stopped completely and said:

"Martial Arts Grand Master, it's a little interesting! Monk Pude, I will pack up this kid first, and then I will fight side by side with you. ”

The old monk said angrily:

"Hurry up! Don't delay your efforts! ”

Ning Beimen instantly swooped towards Fan Yi.

On top of his silk curl fan, there were twelve more tiny and sharp black iron spikes out of thin air.

Fan Yi was not afraid, he transmitted his voice to the roulette mirror and said:

"Mirror, find the right time to kill that old bald man."

The roulette mirror replied cheerfully:

"Don't worry, master, you can take a look!"

Ningbei Gate threw the fan forward.

I saw that the fan began to spin up, and swept towards Fan Yi's location at a rapid speed.

Fan Yi stepped into the air again, practiced boxing posture with a pile, and handed out a straight punch.

Bang!

The sound shook the sky!

Even Lin Xiu and Li Bai, who were in the struggle, stopped fighting and just looked at Fan Yi in the sky.

There are also mixed tastes in my heart!

Not long since?

Fan Yi was just like himself, but now, with a pair of fists, he actually faced the Six Realms Sovereign.

The head of the Lin family is also as dead as ashes, and he already has remorse in his heart.

It's a pity that now he even has a lot of difficulty in parrying Fan Zhefu.

Ning Beimen said in a cruel voice:

"Although I know that you have used external forces, but in the face of absolute strength, you are not enough."

Fan Yi parried the fan while observing the monk facing the old man of the mansion distractedly.

That's when it happened.

Fan Yi said in a low voice:

"Mirror, it's now!"

"Whoosh"!

A roulette mirror shot out from Fan Yi's square tiger card and went straight to the old monk.

Ning Beimen was about to remind him loudly, but he saw the mirror quietly floating behind the old monk's head.

The mirror suddenly became larger, and a round of golden light instantly shone on the monk's body.

The old monk's body suddenly stopped.

The boss of the mansion was overjoyed and smashed his head with a punch.

Bang!

The old monk didn't have time to shout, but his head exploded.

The headless corpse fell straight to the ground!

A Great Cultivator of the Seven Realms died in such an unknown way.

Ning Beimen was shocked, but he showed a ruthless look and smashed Fan Yi with a punch.

Mouthful:

"Fan Yi, I slaughtered you!"